I’m back! I’ve been in Canada, saying my goodbyes to friends and family before returning to take up permanent residence in beautiful Munich — at least, as long as Germany is willing to have me. I’m like Cher, with her endless rounds of "Farewell Tours", though sadly I lack her retinue of glamorous drag-queens.
A strange twist of fate brought me to live abroad. I never imagined that I’d live anywhere else but Canada, so it gives me an odd sense of dislocation to think of myself as an "immigrant". It makes me realize that I think of Canada as a land that people come to from Europe and places beyond, not the other way around. It is, after all, a wonderful, kaleidoscopic nation of immigrants. What would my ancestors, who made what a century and more ago was a momentous decision and a gruelling trip across the ocean, who struggled to become established against obstacles that we can barely imagine today — what would they think of a distant daughter who reversed their choices and took the ship back?
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